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towerofanimus2013-01-13 03:19 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 03:19 pm
And happiness is -
Characters: Asch and Luke/open/open/Orihime
Setting: Luke's room, first morning of the event; the Graveyard, that afternoon; the music floor, the 16th, 17th, and 18th; the kitchens, the 19th
Format: AH WHATEVER MAN
Summary: An overjoyed creeper finds something he thought was lost; later, he visits the graveyard and finds something else unusual. Afterwards, piano playing and tea parties.
Warnings: ... Creepers gonna cuddle. Sorry Luke.
Luke's room -
[There was something against the edge of his mind, the feeling of an extension of himself in a way that he hadn't felt in... Just over a year now, wasn't it?
Asch is throwing himself out of bed in an instant, ignoring his coat and weapons; he doesn't even take the time to pull his shoes on properly, laces dragging behind him as he rushes up the stairs to that old, familiar room. The bed had been filled again at one point, some stranger that Asch couldn't bear to even look at, but that person was gone now, so maybe...
The name on the door is the same. He throws it open, looking to the corner for the familiar mess of red hair - ]
...You're here. You're really here.
[The joy on his face is utterly unrestrained as he makes his way to his replica's bedside, stumbling over his shoelaces and not giving a damn.]
Graveyard -
[That morning had been... strange, to say the least, so he'd felt the need to make sure, to be positive that this wasn't all some dream or Tower trick. He'd taken the time to go back to his room and get properly dressed before making this trip, but he had to be sure.
He's stood in this spot a hundred times, knelt and rubbed his fingers across the engraved letters so often they'd begun to show wear from his constant attention. But now, the headstone is blank -
What a strange sight he must be, falling to his knees in front of a nameless grave.]
[On his way out, he pauses in front of a familiar stone lion, running his hand across the carved mane. It had started out for him as a place to do honor to those no one else would mourn, but over the years, it had come to symbolize to him everyone left behind on Auldrant. He never passes it without taking a moment - ]
Flowers?
[Dried and crumpled, as though left for days, but these are... They're the flowers he left, the first time he came here, four years ago. They should have long since turned to dust.]
How the hell...?
Music room -
[The sounds of a piano being played fills the floor - not the usual faint playing of the instruments doing it themselves, but an actual player seated on the bench. The melody that flows out from Asch's fingers is far more joyful than his usual playing; he feels like he hasn't stopped smiling in days, and there's no point in trying.
Luke is here. Even if it's by some strangeness of the Tower - he has absolutely no complaints. The reverse of complaints, really; he's a bit tempted to send a present to whichever admin was responsible for giving him Luke back.
A violin adds itself to his playing. He doesn't even twitch, just sighs faintly and continues to play. Some things, apparently, were still business as usual.]
Kitchen -
[He's spent most of the morning making cookies - even after four years, Orihime hasn't lost her taste for making foods strangely, so it's probably better if he just takes care of it. It's their unbroken habit; one of the few things he used to measure the time, right after Luke had disappeared.
Asch smiles and puts the water on to boil. Some part of him knows that this won't last - the Tower's strangeness never does - but he's not going to let that stop him from enjoying what time there is. Seeing Luke again leaves him with a wholesome, optimistic feeling that he can't regret.
A tray of cookies on the table, and more on the counter; he sits down to wait.]
Setting: Luke's room, first morning of the event; the Graveyard, that afternoon; the music floor, the 16th, 17th, and 18th; the kitchens, the 19th
Format: AH WHATEVER MAN
Summary: An overjoyed creeper finds something he thought was lost; later, he visits the graveyard and finds something else unusual. Afterwards, piano playing and tea parties.
Warnings: ... Creepers gonna cuddle. Sorry Luke.
Luke's room -
[There was something against the edge of his mind, the feeling of an extension of himself in a way that he hadn't felt in... Just over a year now, wasn't it?
Asch is throwing himself out of bed in an instant, ignoring his coat and weapons; he doesn't even take the time to pull his shoes on properly, laces dragging behind him as he rushes up the stairs to that old, familiar room. The bed had been filled again at one point, some stranger that Asch couldn't bear to even look at, but that person was gone now, so maybe...
The name on the door is the same. He throws it open, looking to the corner for the familiar mess of red hair - ]
...You're here. You're really here.
[The joy on his face is utterly unrestrained as he makes his way to his replica's bedside, stumbling over his shoelaces and not giving a damn.]
Graveyard -
[That morning had been... strange, to say the least, so he'd felt the need to make sure, to be positive that this wasn't all some dream or Tower trick. He'd taken the time to go back to his room and get properly dressed before making this trip, but he had to be sure.
He's stood in this spot a hundred times, knelt and rubbed his fingers across the engraved letters so often they'd begun to show wear from his constant attention. But now, the headstone is blank -
What a strange sight he must be, falling to his knees in front of a nameless grave.]
[On his way out, he pauses in front of a familiar stone lion, running his hand across the carved mane. It had started out for him as a place to do honor to those no one else would mourn, but over the years, it had come to symbolize to him everyone left behind on Auldrant. He never passes it without taking a moment - ]
Flowers?
[Dried and crumpled, as though left for days, but these are... They're the flowers he left, the first time he came here, four years ago. They should have long since turned to dust.]
How the hell...?
Music room -
[The sounds of a piano being played fills the floor - not the usual faint playing of the instruments doing it themselves, but an actual player seated on the bench. The melody that flows out from Asch's fingers is far more joyful than his usual playing; he feels like he hasn't stopped smiling in days, and there's no point in trying.
Luke is here. Even if it's by some strangeness of the Tower - he has absolutely no complaints. The reverse of complaints, really; he's a bit tempted to send a present to whichever admin was responsible for giving him Luke back.
A violin adds itself to his playing. He doesn't even twitch, just sighs faintly and continues to play. Some things, apparently, were still business as usual.]
Kitchen -
[He's spent most of the morning making cookies - even after four years, Orihime hasn't lost her taste for making foods strangely, so it's probably better if he just takes care of it. It's their unbroken habit; one of the few things he used to measure the time, right after Luke had disappeared.
Asch smiles and puts the water on to boil. Some part of him knows that this won't last - the Tower's strangeness never does - but he's not going to let that stop him from enjoying what time there is. Seeing Luke again leaves him with a wholesome, optimistic feeling that he can't regret.
A tray of cookies on the table, and more on the counter; he sits down to wait.]
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It would've only been three for you anyway. About a year ago you... disappeared.
[He looks away for a moment, unhappiness all over his face at the thought. Yep, that would be why he said he missed you, Luke. You leaving was not okay.]
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[Sorry, Asch, but the fact that you actually missed him is still a bit much for him to take. Don't mind him as he stares in disbelief, not saying anything.]
Just that icon forever, huh?
So I take it I'm not getting a hug.
And this one.
S-sob Luke plz
Pain in the ass.
[That may be a pout.
who are we fooling that's definitely a poutHave a pillow lobbed at your face instead, then, Luke.]
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Having a bit of an off day, are you?
[And then nope, he's going off again, smothering snickers into Luke's blankets.]
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WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
[...well, more of a fit than he was having already.]
I don't really have an appropriate icon for this oops
There's nothing wrong with me. I'm -
[He feels good. Feels great. He just laugh for the first time in months, without any reservation - he's happy, how could that be something wrong.]
I'm just glad you're here.
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[So much what here... seriously...]
But you're never glad I'm around. Actually, I'm pretty sure you hate my guts, not that I can blame you.
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[Furthest thing from, really. At least he could own up to it in retrospect.]
You never actually deserved it.
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...what... made you change...?
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[Where to start, is written all over his face.]
You remember when I had your fon slots opened, all the way back at Choral Castle? Well, that caused my fonons to begin to separate and travel to you.
[He sighs slightly.]
Since my fon slots were closed, those fonons couldn't come back, and I was slowly dying. Coming to the Tower granted me a reprieve, but it didn't fix the problem. The only way to do that was to open my fon slots in return.
It ... took a while for me to trust you that much. By that time, I was pretty weak, and even the smallest of my injuries wouldn't heal naturally. So when I finally did it...
[His eyes glaze over as he trails off, and he smiles, before shaking his head to bring himself back down to earth.]
I felt whole for the first time since you were born, and also, really stupid for not doing it sooner.
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[Luke stared... and once the moment of surprise passed, he got really annoyed, to the point he was shaking in rage.]
How could you let that happen for so long?! Didn't you value your life at all?!
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[He runs a hand through his hair and flops back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.]
On Auldrant I was always doing something, whether it was working for Van or working against him. I was never idle, never standing still, especially after I heard that I was going to die. And then suddenly I was here, and there was nothing. I had no idea what to do with myself.
So I just... didn't care.
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You jerk!
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I'm just telling you the truth, like always.
[He rolls his head to the side and fixes an unimpressed stare on Luke.]
At least pick a relevant insult.
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[Luke rolled forward until he was half resting on the bed, pointing a dramatic finger at his original.]
When you're back to normal, I'm going to beat the hell out of you for keeping something like that from me!
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...Duly noted.
[And on that note, he swats playfully at Luke's pointing finger.]
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...stop making me worry, dammit. You're the one that's actually your age; you're supposed to be more mature than this.
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[Eyeroll.]
Would you rather I acted like Father?
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[Seriously; no one needs to act like father. He crawled up onto his bed, looking up at him in confusion. He really didn't know what to think here...]
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You've got yourself to thank for making me be something other than miserable all the time. Deal with it.
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[He waves a hand dismissively.]
It wasn't any one particular thing, really. You just wouldn't let me sit around hating everything.
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